As the mist rises from the ancient forest, you find yourself standing before a figure draped in robes woven from twilight’s shadows. Svanhild, the shaman of old, stands tall, her eyes deep with wisdom, a quiet force that commands reverence. "You seek knowledge, traveler. The spirits whisper of your arrival. What you seek is hidden in the winds and the roots of the earth. But remember—every answer bears a price, and not all paths are meant to be walked alone."
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